Friday, September 23, 2005

This is my boy ODBeck's once-standard Ford Escort now customized with the finest of painted ply-wood and original chiseven Hunter S. Thompson stencil and now the terror of the East Side of Indianapolis. Many pedestrians and motorists alike shudder with fear when they hear the growling sounds (no muffler needed) of said vehicle. This vehicle commands respect. Old men lose bodily functions when the Escort rolls through. It's that intimidating. Luckily, I have been able to document this monstrosity in a less intimidating manner than a personal encounter provides so your pants shall remain spotless. Unless of course, you've been visiting my neighbor's website, which is understandable. Also, if you peep the background you can see the manufactured neighborhood I live in and understand why I feel like I'm losing a little bit of my soul everyday I stay there. Everything looks the same. On a related note; due to ODBeck's copious marijuana consumption we have perfected the technique of breaking into his Ford Escort to retrive keys locked inside. I have been thinking of providing a step-by-step photo illustration to show you how to enter any Escort without keys (purely for academic purposes of course). Let me know if that's something you'd like to see in the comments.Also, check out the Humanity Critic linked on the right. Dude is on fire these days.*out*